On raving kids

My four year old boy has been constantly raving, like there’s no tomorrow. His little body is filled with unlimited energy that i have yet to find the source. However, recently he is slightly calmer than usual since implementing the crafts time and treats board. Is it really getting better because in few months time he’s gonna be five? FIVE! How fast time goes when you are really busy, Oh yes dammit I am busy tending on every needs, tantrums, rants, crankiness and tears. But with sorrow comes laughter and happiness.

Then I knew its too good to be true when the why’s made their way back,, the too much talking, the attitude and the temper. My boy, answers back when I try to tell him off and weasels his way out when he feels he is in trouble. How easy it was when he was a baby, when all he could do was eat..sleep..and..poop. But with the doom and gloom of parenting comes good days too. He is interested in various things, especially MATH, which almighty creator I’m really bad at. He understands the concept of more than and less than which is so cool. He is also interested in science and we are introducing The neverhood which he is so keen in learning, he is so fascinated in solving every puzzle in it. 

I remember before the school breaks for their kerstvakantie (christmas break) they were asked to bring a toy in school, he could have chosen his robot or his car, or his trains but no! my boy chose his little microscope so he can show everybody how it works and to discover things in the garden. Boy i’m so glad i’m raising a potential geek.

I like all his innocent questions and convictions that every child in the area is his friend, and that they describe him in school as friendly and nice. But I feel sometimes I say too much NO to him that sometimes he just shuts off and there goes the temper, I am trying my very best to go easy on him but he was in a phase where he would ignore potential unbeneficial things and just do otherwise. These days, the raving died down a bit, I see more focus and less nagging. Let’s see, it’s still early days.

My 14 almost 15 months old toddler has a mind of her own, she climbs, climbs, climbs and climbs some more. You’ll think than once she falls she’ll learn but NO she never does, and does it again. My poor wee heart it leaps everytime I see her on top of the couch or on top of the goddamn slide (excuses for my potty mouth). But hey learning, it’s all part of it.

She recently discovered the art of tantruming, almighty father it is starting so early that I cannot even prepare for what’s to come. I am just starting to pick myself up and re energise myself from all the tantruming her brother had and now THIS?! What kind of sorcery is this? I cannot get my head around it just yet.

I’ve noticed that she is starting to talk and imitate sounds such as AJ when she is really pissed off me. Like when she wakes up in the morning instead of saying MOM im up she says AJ, AJ,, AAAAAAAJJJJJ! what a rude little girl, SMH..

She started saying dad, dada, yuya (for kuya, or big brother, in filipino), caaaar, papa(food), dodo(milk), mamam(water), nana(banana), AJ for when I’m in trouble, mom, mmmma(oma), tetek(to call for chickens, i blame Luke for this) and so much more. I cannot believe that she is so expressive of her feelings that she feels the need to tantrum and rave everytime. But you know, parenting we all have bad days and good days, these days are meh.

While some people kept on asking and comparing A to other kids, why she hasn’t started walkng yet, well kids has their own pace and at the moment she is more interested in talking and not walking. She is currently intersted in building Lego blocks, playing with trucks and trying to cook his dolls. She is trying to build up her self confidence which is really good and she is working hard to perfect the art of tantruming. 

So people before you say anything about my children, please please put yourselves on my shoe and welcome to my world.

And p.s to the person wwho kept calling my children names such as half breeds etc. Well these are the prettiest half breeds I know so before you say derogatory remarks about my children gosh I’m just lucky you are not the parents of these lovelies. 😀

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Lost and Found

Every parents greatest fear…losing our children!

So it’s holiday time, we were excited going abroad, seeing family’s,  friends and just the little time off from the routines and hustle and bustle of life.

We started nicely, we had a crazy nagging mood swings angry kinda morning were we almost killed each other before even making it at the airport. I never thought holidays can be such pain in the posterior, you know getting ready, preparing the children, the car, the army of bags and so on. When we made it out of the house it was pure JOY! 

We had a rip off lunch at the airport, it wasn’t that bad to classify as bad, it was mediocre but that’ll do..I’m not complaining but goddamn thing, £20 for 3 sausage rolls jesus almighty lord what just happened. Anyway we calmed ourselves down to the little airport soft play in Gatwick airport, it was rather cozy and the little ones were happy having little things to do.

So on with the flight, the aircraft was f*cking hot and so is my little girl’s head, she’s reached her limits and was really exploding into the most explosive tantrum we’ve seen yet! So yeah everybody’s looking like why the heck can they not tame their child kinda look, so I was trying to be cool calm and collected until the man in front started giving me dirty looks, so I looked back and mouthed fuck off! This is a 7 month old baby, first time in the airplane, overtired, overheating,hungry and her ears are popping, can you not give a child some slack ?! What happened to compassion and empathy.

So we got in Schiphol intact and didn’t make friends whatsoever, I must say the Dutch likes their queues,  massive queue here and there and grumpy tall Dutch people everywhere. Does it really hurt to smile when your working at the airport?! Anyway oh the joy we felt after passport control until we had the scariest experience ever, losing our child in the sea of people in baggage claim and customs! 

15 fucking minutes he was gone, 15 fucking minutes! Those were the longest 15 minutes ever! Won’t go into details how we lost our precious child (because it will open up new comments and topics on how Irresponsible we are!), anyway he was picked up by a lady from the KLM, and upon hearing them speak Dutch he proudly said I am (his name), I speak Dutch and I speak English,  I lost my mommy and daddy, can you please call my mommy her number is in my coat! Once we found him I couldn’t stop crying and it just came into reality the worst nightmare a parent can experience! But I am super proud of him for remembering all the things we taught him, all the while we thought he wasn’t even paying attention, this just shows that he really is and he took the situation calmly and he thought of every single thing to say so he can be reunited with us! Super proud but nerve wracking moment.

So now we got him a buddy tag, so my phone alarm sounds when he goes further than the safety net. So that gives us peace of mind!

FYI.  We are not Irresponsible we try our best to be there for them all the time.